Notes From a Forager: Abalone Diving on the North Coast
I love abalone diving. Love it. One of my favorite things. I'll avoid the tired "you enter into a different world" cliches, but there's something amazing about being underwater on the Sonoma coast. Paddling out into the rough surf, the sun just starting to peek out from the clouds, the wind whipping the ocean into a froth. You're clutching your float, snorkel awkwardly sticking out of your mouth to battle the spray, legs already tired from the trip, eyes glancing for shark fins...
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And then you dive. Down into the dark. You can rarely see the bottom when you dive the Sonoma coast -- 10 feet of visibility is a great day (compared to 50 to 60 in more timid regions). But down you go anyway, past the swaying forests of kelp, holding your nose to equalize, mask tightening against your face from pressure, kicking your fins gently as you descend.
It's peaceful down there. No phones, no email, no meetings, no talking; just the bullwhip kelp swaying with the current, the same current that rocks you back and forth. Rays of sunlight flash from the surface, illuminating the rock fish lazily returning to their burrows. You get to the bottom and just sit, looking up through the now-crisp water to the surface, inspecting the algae-sheathed rocks beneath you ... and there it is. An abalone.
All the time you've wasted staring around like an idiot comes into focus. You're short on air, and know that if you go back to the surface, the surf will push you off the spot and you'll never find it again. You only have one shot. Abalone filter feed, so when undisturbed they have a somewhat gentle grip on the rock, but once they're spooked there's no getting them off. You take your abalone iron and gauge (vital equipment: the former an 8 inch flattened length of steel, the latter to make sure the ab is legal size).
You need to measure with one hand, get ready to pop it off with the other, battling the current to stay in place, all the time making sure not to touch it (lest it clamp down). You approach, measure, slip the iron under its shell, and with an outward motion (abalone are hemophiliacs and if you cut them they'll bleed out, making for a not so great dinner), you pop it off. Straining to grab it as quickly as you can, you start the now seemingly endless trip back to the surface, lungs screaming for oxygen, as you thrust your way though the kelp into the open air.
Doesn't get any better.
How to do it:
I'm not going to get all high falutin' with this recipe. This is old school. The way it's been done on beach cookouts for years. I honestly haven't found a more delicious way to eat it:
1 abalone, shelled and cleaned (you can do this with farm-raised, but what's the fun in that? -- and the cleaning is for another post)
2 Cups flour
4 Cups panko bread crumbs
Smoked paprika (ok, maybe this isn't a common beachside ingredient)
Salt and Pepper
4 Cups Rice bran oil
-Slice the abalone into half inch slices, then tenderize with a mallet (I've also seen this done with a baseball bat).
-Heat 1 inch oil until a breadcrumb sizzles, then turn down to maintain temp.
-Make your breading station (paprika and salt seasoned flour, beaten eggs, panko)
-1,2,3, bread your beauties.
-Fry for 1 minute per side.
-Done. Delicious. Good with mayo, or ketchup, or BBQ, or on their own.
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